Fall Walks On To Winter
When there is a misty chill in the air
that gathers as frost on the ground,
That is when you know it's near,
Winter and her icy crown.
When the leaves turn crimson and gold
and they drift to reveal twisted limbs,
Little gatherers begin the hoarding of food,
while others tuck themselves in.
You can scent the swift changes on the air
and hear the wind call warning.
You feel it while you sleep each night
and when you wake each morning.
falls beauty is one step away
from the seasons crowning glory.
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